Last week was one of the best weeks I’ve had as a parent but also bittersweet. One of the top memories will always be the birth of my kids but there are some milestones that rank almost as high.
First, my youngest son started high school. The first day started a little rocky. He missed the school bus. (Yeah!!!) You may be wondering why the excitement over my son missing the bus. Well, I was happy because this meant that I could drive him to school. He would have preferred to take the bus but as a mom, I realized that there weren’t going to be many opportunities that I’d get to see him off to school. Especially the first day of high school.
I got up early to make his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and to pack his lunch with his favorite snacks. I didn’t forget the brown paper bag. That was a must. I’d forgotten a few times when he was in middle school. Mom scores. I couldn’t imagine the week getting any better or so I thought. A few days, later he plays his first soccer scrimmage and scores a goal.
So know it’s Wednesday and my youngest has settled into the routine of school. It was now the night before my oldest would start college. I didn’t feel much like cooking but we still needed to eat dinner. We decided to get take out. Just as I was about to pull money from my wallet, my oldest says “I’ve got this.” He paid for dinner and I didn’t have to ask. I’m feeling like a proud mom and a little richer since I didn’t have to buy.
Thursday arrives. It’s the day that we drive my oldest to college. I told myself before we left that I wouldn’t cry. So to distract myself, I spent the whole morning fussing about him not bringing enough stuff to college. All his college stuff fit into my husband’s car with room to spare. This wasn’t my memory of traveling to college. My dad had to unpack all my stuff and reorganize it to fit into the car. But I had to admit that there was a difference in our distances from college. My college was four hours away and my son in only an hour away from home.
Finally we arrived at the university. We had unloaded, unpacked and set up his room within an hour. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do with myself. All the other parents were still unpacking, buying and constructing bookshelves, tables and TV stands. Did I do enough? I wasn’t ready to leave. It felt anticlimactic.
My husband and I had waited 18 years for this moment and it only lasted 1 hour. But it wasn’t over. It was almost lunch time and so we had to take our son out to eat. What parent would let their kid go hungry? (I knew this wasn’t going to happen but you tell self what you need to stay a little longer.) I took full advantage by going up several times. I think I ate about three persons worth of lunch plus dessert. There was one interesting purple, yellow and white colored pie that I had to try. It wasn’t bad but not my favorite. After lunch, he also wanted us to stay so that we could meet his roommate. By the way, he and his parents were very nice.
In addition to meeting the roommate, I was able to convince my son that we needed to buy his books for class instead of waiting until the first day. Not only did I buy the books, he let me or more correctly, I bought him the trashcan. It’s the little things that make me happy. 🙂 Mom scores again. By now both my son and husband must have thought I’d gone mental. But they don’t understand what it’s like to be a mom and the only girl in the house.
Both my sons and husband have so much to bond over, sports, shaving, soccer. Me not so much. They don’t want to discuss the type of shaving moms do. My role as the mom has been to make sure they go to the doctors, brush their teeth, eat healthy, and do their homework. The not so fun part of being a parent.
It’s late Thursday afternoon and time to say goodbye. The tears start. I was feeling sappy. My little boys all grown up. I’ve done my job. They are the most talented, loving, smartest, kindest men I know. I miss who they were, my babies, but look forward to getting to know the men that they are and will become.
Friday came and the week had ended. (There was still the weekend but that didn’t count). My guys had settled into their new routines. Growing up is inevitable but it goes too fast.
Love you, Emmanuel and Malcolm to the moon and back.